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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.