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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
UT,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.