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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.