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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.