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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.