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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.