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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.