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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.