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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Can,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.