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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
10cc,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.