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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.