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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.