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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Wings to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.