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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Moebius,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.