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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.