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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.