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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.