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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.