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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.