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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.