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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.