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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
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.