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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
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.