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 New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.