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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Jandek,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.