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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.