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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.