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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.