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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.