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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.