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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.