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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.