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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.