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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.