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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.