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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.