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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.