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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nico,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.