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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.