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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.