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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.