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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Television,
Aswad,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.