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 Namibia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
DNA,
Scion,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.