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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.