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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.