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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.