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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.