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 Mali 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.