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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.