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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.