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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Can to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.