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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.