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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Busters,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.