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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.