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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.