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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.