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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Monks,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.