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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.