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 Congo 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Can,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.