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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.