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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.