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 Indonesia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.