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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.