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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.