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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.