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 Libya and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
UT,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.