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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Magma,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.