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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.