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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.