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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.