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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.