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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.