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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Faust,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.