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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.