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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.