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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.