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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.