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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.