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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.