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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Quadrant 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
DNA,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.