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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.