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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.