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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.