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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.