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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
UT,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.