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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.