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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Can,
Gong,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.