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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.