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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.