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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.