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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.