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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.