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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.