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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.