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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.