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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Wings,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Index,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.