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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.