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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.