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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.