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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.