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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.