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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.