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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.