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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Cluster,
AZ,
Ice-T,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.