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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Gong,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.