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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.