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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.