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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.