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 Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Move,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.