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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.