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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.