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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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