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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Brick,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.