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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.