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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.