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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.