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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Deakin,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.