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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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.