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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.