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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.