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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.