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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.