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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.