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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.