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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.