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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.