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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.