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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.