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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.