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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.