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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.