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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.