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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.