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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Faust,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.