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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.