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 France and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Scion,
Can,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The Litter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.