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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.