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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.