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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.