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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.