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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.