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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.