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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
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.