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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.