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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.