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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.