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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.