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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.