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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Audionom,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.