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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Faust,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.