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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Television,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.