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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.