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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.