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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.