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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.