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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.