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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.