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 Malta 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.