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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.