Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.