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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.