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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Q65,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.