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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.