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 Japan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Mars,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.