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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.