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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.