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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.