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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.