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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.