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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.