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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.