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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.