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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.