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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.