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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.