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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.