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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
MDC,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.