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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.