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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.