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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.