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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Can,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.