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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.