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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Mars,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.