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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.