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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.