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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.