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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Index,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.