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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Model 500,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.