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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.