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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.