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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
UT,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.