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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.