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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.