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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.