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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.