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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.