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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Move,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.