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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.