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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
DNA,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.