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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.