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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.