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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Brick,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.