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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Crime,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.