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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Josef K,
10cc,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.