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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.