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 Serbia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.