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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.