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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.