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 Mali and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.