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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.