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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.