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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.