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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
ABBA,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.