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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Fear,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Japan,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.