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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.