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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.