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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.