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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
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.