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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.