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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.