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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.