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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.