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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Visage,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.