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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.