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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.