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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.