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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.