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 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.