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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.