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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.