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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.