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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.