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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.