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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.