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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.