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 Manila.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.