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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.