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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.