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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.