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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Corsano to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Can,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.