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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.