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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.