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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.