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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.