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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.