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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
cv313,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.