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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Swans,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.