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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.