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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.