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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.