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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Scion,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.