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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.