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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.