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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.