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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Max Romeo 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?
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.