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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
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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.