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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.