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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Darondo,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Television,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.