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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.