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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.