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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
New Order,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.