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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
ABC,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.