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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.