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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.