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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.