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 China and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.