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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.