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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.