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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.