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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.