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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Japan,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.