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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.