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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
June Days,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Busters,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.