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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.