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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.