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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Avey Tare,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Nico,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.