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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Terry Callier 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.