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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.