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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
The Index,
June of 44,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.