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 Tajikistan 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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Nas to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
PIL,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Japan,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.