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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.