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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.