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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.