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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.