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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Cymande,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Index,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Q65,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.