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 Benin and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.