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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.