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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.