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 China and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.