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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.