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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.