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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.