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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
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You don't know what you really want.
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