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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.