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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.