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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.