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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Gong,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.