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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.