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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.