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 Georgia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.