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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 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 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Move,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.