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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.