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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.