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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.