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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
MC5,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.