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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.