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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Nas,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.