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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.