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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
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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.