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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.