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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.