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 Georgia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Nas,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.