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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.