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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.