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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.