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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.