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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.