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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.