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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Symarip,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.