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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Index,
10cc,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.