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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.