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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.