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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.