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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.