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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.