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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.