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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.