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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.