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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.