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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.