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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.