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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.