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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.