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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.