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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.