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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.