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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.