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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.