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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.