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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.