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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.