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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.