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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.