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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.