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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.