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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Technova to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.