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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.