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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.