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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.