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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.