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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.