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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.