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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.