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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.