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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.