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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.