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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Main Source,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.