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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.