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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.