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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.