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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.