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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Urselle,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.