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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.