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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.