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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.