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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.