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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.