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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.