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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.