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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Josef K,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.