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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.