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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.