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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.