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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.