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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.