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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.