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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Rekid,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.