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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.