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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.