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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.