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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.