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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.