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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.