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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Fall,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.