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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
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.