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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.