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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Nas,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.