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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.