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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.