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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.