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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.