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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.