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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.