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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.