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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.