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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.