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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.