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 China and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
X-101,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.