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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.