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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.