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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.