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 South Sudan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.