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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.