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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
PIL,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.