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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.