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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.