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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.