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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.