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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.