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 Nauru and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.