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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.