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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Index,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.