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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.