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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.