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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.