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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Q65,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.