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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.