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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.