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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
UT,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.