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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.