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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.