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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Q65,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.