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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.