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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nas,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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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.