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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.