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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.