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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.