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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Wire,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.