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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.