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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.