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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.