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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.