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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.