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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.