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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.