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 Haiti and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.