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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
UT,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.