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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.