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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
X-101,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.