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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.