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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.