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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.