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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.