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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.