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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.