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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.