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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.