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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.