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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.