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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.