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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.