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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.