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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.