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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.