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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.