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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
DNA,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.