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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.