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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.