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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.