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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.