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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.