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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.