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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.