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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
MDC,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.