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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.