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 Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Monks,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.