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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
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.