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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.