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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.