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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.