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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Technova,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.