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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.