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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.