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 Somalia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.