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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.