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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.