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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.