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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.