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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
UT,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.