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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.