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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.