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 Togo 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
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.