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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.