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 Grenada 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.