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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.