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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.