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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.