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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.