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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.