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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.