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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.