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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.