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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Erasure,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.