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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.