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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.