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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.