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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.