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 States and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.