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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.