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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.