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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.