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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.