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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Wire,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.