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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Suicide,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.