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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.