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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.