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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.