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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Slave 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.