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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.