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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Crime,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.