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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.