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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.